Blue Waffles Poem by James McLain

When you go down, way on down south, past your girlfriend's.
I shan't recall this last image of you and how to her your tounge tasted.
Lingers the aroma of the Blue Waffle like Peanuts, surrounds you.
Lavishly spending each bluish moment,
as time stands still, savor the now each juicy second.
Venus swells touching your tongue, it navigates Lucy.
Malodorous tipped foamy blue waves, the sea fills your mouth up.
Tastes as the rain as it pours forth from your nose, I have caught you.
Drinking too much of, Dom Perignon's cobalt blue champagne.